Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.